Finer Things

Pull up in that Bentley Pull up in that ghost All this money I'm spending New house on the west coast Being woke ain't friendly You know what's real and that's dope Life in the fast lane where things never go slow Because of it I get a lot of things I want the finer things I want the Ice on wrist The brand new whips The diamond rings I want the finer things, the finer things I want the flyest shit The brand new whips The diamond chains Different breed stay cautious When I'm broke I'm nauseous Pipes bust when under pressure still water flows through my fossit You have to lose in order to win that's why ion count my losses I'm the answer to your question the effect to all your causes I look into the sky The stars they stare at me I love it cause they remind me what I'm destined to be Ain't nothing I can't achieve My hands reach above the clouds Grind and grind and grind to make my mama proud And to my come up gotta take a bow My city full of roaches trynna keep you down Go the harder way All I know is that way And I ain't chasing no women That bag is all I chase Everything 100 Go to riches from rags I drop a hit, I gotta win You know I'm driggin that drig Ain't got no homies they just trynna get in my bag Small minded people want me to stop I ain't stopping shit that's facts I'm just trynna chase my purpose Instagram they be lurking While they sleep I be working I'm in that Bentley I'm swerving (Skrr Skrr)